Malos hesitates, mind hastily sorting through his options until he lands on the best one. He can hear the tremor in Zelos' voice, knows what all kinds of people look like after nightmares, from Anna to Patroka. It doesn't take much to guess Zelos probably isn't the person who'd want to talk about nightmares, after they're over.

(At least, probably not with Malos, who he barely knows.)

Malos can work with that, though.

"Yeah, that happens," he jokes, because he's pretty sure Zelos would rather he pretend he didn't catch Zelos vulnerable at all. (Patroka's like that, too, and so is Akhos half the time.) He darts a glance towards the window, catches a glimpse of faint warm light through the window. Perfect. He definitely needed a change of subject.

"Hey, you woke up just in time, though," he says, sending Zelos a grin as he makes his way over to the window. He checks, first, through the curtain gap-- no solicitors. He can't feel any unusual disturbances in the ether, either.

The sun's only just started peeking up over the buildings. Their view from the slums probably ain't the best view, but the clouds this morning mean the sky's painted gorgeous colors, pink clouds against the pale blue of morning.

Zelos has... probably seen a sunrise before, but who knows, right? So Malos nods for Zelos to join him.

"It's always nice being awake to see the sunrise," Malos says. "Come check it out."